Idk Anymore

She/her 18+

[infinitewhore]

I’m alive yoo a little stony but alive

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just gaz and reader talking about their superior over comms, right?

The mission is, for the most part, fucking boring. You're lying in the underbrush with your rifle, and across a long field kyle is also lying in the underbrush. Doing absolutely nothing for the next four hours if timing is right.

"Hey, gaz," which, or course, means you two like to chat. You get a hum from kyles end, and continue cheekily "...did you see price this morning?"

Gaz groans, the sound muddled but unmistakably full of desire "fuckin' hell, yeah. I almost choked when he did that."

That, of course, being price accidentally spilling tea on himself and promptly pulling his shirt off in front of the team. "The happy trail?" You add, remembering the scruffy salt and pepper hairs trailing down prices soft stomach "I'd die happy if I could touch it."

"Nah, mate," kyle counters, voice low "be more ambitious. I'd die happy choking on his cock–"

A snort over the line that is definitely not yours or kyles makes you freeze. Ghosts voice chuckles "team line, sergeants..." then, after a beat, "thanks for the commentary. Cap loves it."

The team line. The team line with price in it. Oh god. You can never look at your captain again.

[rawme-price]

Ghost being really insecure about price and his spouse taking him in, right?

Because he's convinced his role is purely to spice up their marriage, that they don't care about him the way they care about eachother.

That is, until he's lying in bed with you and john one night, skin still tacky from the multiple rounds you put him through. In that little hazy space after sex and before clean-up you catch him eyeing prices hand next to your own. Both of your wedding bands sparkling in the light.

Of course you know what he's thinking, you always do. You should wait, you know you should, but the dejected look on ghosts face is too painful.

"Pretty, right?" You hum, startling ghost. Before he can deflect, you slip the ring off and pass it to him. Ghost takes it, turns the ring around in the dim lighting. His breath stutters when he sees the inside of the band.

'John' engraved in cursive, the letters noticeably worn in. Then, next to it in shiny new carving, 'simon'.

"There's one waiting for you....we were supposed to wait until our anniversary, but..." you smile, wiping a tear from ghosts scarred cheek "...I'm a little impatient."

[rawme-price]

You, obviously, have a death wish.

It's made abundantly clear when you sit down in the ber with a few beers already in your system and say "Yknow...price is kinda cute."

The table freezes, and gaz looks up from his phone with worried brows. Price, the guy who has killed multiple people without so much as a grimace. "come again, mate?"

"Yeah. Cute." You reply, not at all caring about the glances the table throws eachother. Instead, you mimic the shuffle price does when he sits down "he's like...an energetic puppy. Ever notice how he doesn't stand still?"

Which...is true, actually. You've spent far too many hours watching price hold the straps of his plate carrier and roll his weight from toe to heel repeatedly.

An energetic puppy, ghost wheezes in the back while soap leans across the table to deftly steal your drink. Still, he's smiling when he asks "Yeah? Price is like a big dog, then?"

"Mmhhhm," you nod, "he's just like those big ol' dogs with arthritis that still act like puppies sometimes."

Kyle outright laughs at that comment, the camera of his phone peeking over the edge of the table. The rest of the night, the guys ask about your observations of price. From his 'adorable walrus smile' to his 'huffy attitude' as you put it.

Price receives a very long video from kyle, and for some reason blushes pink and doesn't look at your for days afterwards, though you can't quite remember why.

[mara-xx217]

I know they're probably pretty casual about sex for their time, but you know how today it isn't really taboo in most cases to talk about it? How would Tarhos and his 3 react to reader just casually asking "Wanna fuck?"

They all have fairly similar reactions that’s just:

YoU wAnT sOmE fUcK?

Tarhos just grabs you and drags your ass to a nearby flat surface/wall/corner, damn whoever is nearby.

Alejandro is a giddy bitch and tackles you, again damn whoever is nearby.

Durkos is at least polite enough to take you somewhere (mostly) private before fucking your brains out.

Sander, much like Tarhos, just takes you to the nearest flat surface/wall/corner and takes you. (Though he doesn’t even need a surface to fuck you on, given how he likes to fuck you with you in his arms…)

Basically they are all horny bastards and most of them have zero shame whatsoever.

[qwiqwiaqwi]

Sketchy comm for the lovely @prrp 💛

[osopalian]

Good night V

Today was a good day

[sstvar]

chomp chomp

[call-me-kat-astrophe]

18+ mdni | accidental pregnancy | part 2 of this

Denial came first.

Simon Riley had gotten a vasectomy many years ago. He'd made sure his tank was empty and only fired blanks. The few other one night stands he had hadn't turned up pregnant like you. It wasn't possible. Couldn't be - except, a quick Google search confirmed it was. There was a chance - a small one - that this baby you were carrying was his.

Anger was next.

He raged in stormy silence for weeks, taking it out on punching bags in the gym till his knuckles were raw and bloody. The ache in his chest didn't go away. The image of you swollen and round with a baby growing inside - potentially his - lingered in his mind.

No matter how much he tried to deny it and move on, he couldn't. He had to know.

So, Simon did the only logical thing a man with access to high grade military surveillance technology would do. He dove into your history, finding every thing he could on you. Birth certificate, school diploma, CV, bank records, everything. A doctor's appointment you attended only a few days prior confirmed you were now six months along, almost heading into your third trimester with only three months left before your due date.

There was only so much he could find using a computer so he decided it was time to meet you face to face. He arranged an 'accidental meeting' as you were doing your weekly shop, pushing a trolley around the corner of the aisle - only to almost run him over.

You're still stumbling over apologies when he turns around and let's you see his masked face. The reaction is instantaneous; you freeze, eyes growing wide and mouth parting in surprise. Brown eyes observe it all intensely, trying to decipher whether you're shocked to see your old one night stand or shocked to see the father of the baby you're carrying. He can't tell.

"Oh God."

"Jus' Simon'll do, love."

You're nervous, that much is obvious from how your eyes keep darting away. He tries to strike up a conversation, make small talk, hopefully coax the truth out of you, but you blurt out that you have to finish shopping and rush off to a doctor's appointment (which he knows is a blatant lie because he's studied your schedule the last few weeks and your next appointment isn't for another month.)

"Before you go, why don't you tell me who's the lucky bloke?"

You blanch in response, hands tightening on the bar of the trolley. "W-what bloke?"

"The one who's baby you've got in there."

part 3 in progress, this was getting a lil too long (like simon's di- whoop who said that not me)

thank you so much for the overwhelming response and love on part 1 🫶 hope this didn't disappoint & stay tuned for the next one 😉

[infinitewhore]

I just finished cyberpunk 2077… with the (Don’t Fear) The reaper ending…. Bawling my eyes out.

[total-killer-brainrot]

part 2 of this

Johnny was determined to see the marks again. Doing everything he could to get Ghost alone and undressed. But Simon seemed to be willing to shower in a fucking wetsuit rather than reveal himself again.

He had to come up with a new plan. Just casually inviting the whole team out for a drink. Intent on getting Ghost drunk enough to admit his secret partner.

Even in the dim lighting of the crummy bar, Soap could see the dark hickeys peeking out from under his collar every time he lifted his balaclava to take a sip of his drink. It was driving him wild with curiosity. He had to know who this lucky bird was. The nosy bastard just couldn't let it go.

You had been invited with the rest of the team. Sitting next to Ghost in the booth but not talking to him. Just keeping your thigh pressed to his. Enjoying the subtle contact while you made conversation with Price and Gaz sitting across from you. Occasionally smirking at Johnny's laser focus on your boyfriend.

A few drinks in and you were feeling it. Your jokes a little louder, definitely tipsy as you laughed with your friends. But it hit Ghost hard. Johnny had been handing him another drink the second he finished his old one. Eventually his self control thrown out the window.

Simon leaned closer to you, basically laying his whole body alone your back. He nosed against your ear. Mask shoved up above his mouth. He whispered, or at least he thought he did. It was much louder than intended.

"Baby... lovie..." His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips against your neck. Unaware of the shocked stares of his team. "Wan' another... 's been too long... need a bite..."

You smiled as his hot breath fanned against him. You had noticed the other's reactions. Holding back a smug laugh as you turned to Simon. Your thumb and forefinger holding his chin still so you could kiss down his jaw teasingly.

"Hun, you know we're in public right?"

You liked the glazed over look in his eye as he nodded. It was so similar to how you had him in bed.

"Ok. Just one. And no more drinks for you."

He turned his head to the side quickly, baring his neck and tugging down the collar of his shirt to give you full access. You pressed your lips against his collarbone. Kissing and nipping gently just to tease him. Finally sinking your teeth into the meaty flesh of his shoulder.

The moan he let out was bloody pornographic. Your eyes flicked to your team quickly at the noise. They were still staring. Jaws slack. Johnny had a bright red flush crawling up his neck. Gaz was panting ever so slightly.

You finally pulled back, lapping over the new bite mark while making eye contact with Soap. Then you cooed at Simon while you fixed his shirt for him.

"Well done baby, so good for me."

You had this hulking beast of a man blushing and squirming happily in the seat next to you. You hoped he wouldn't be too upset that the secret was out when he sobered up the next morning.

[rawme-price]

Bear hybrid!price doesnt hibernate, but he does sleep very heavily in the winters. You could honest to god bite him and he wouldnt wake up.

This does or course mean that when hes having a wet dream, there's nothing to do about it. Your beloved captain likes to cuddle before bed, so youre all wrapped up in strong arms. His nose nuzzling at your neck when he rolls over a bit, squishing you between him and the matress.

You know what will happen even as youre still half asleep. Slowly, with all the patience of a man in his own dreams, price begins to rut against your ass. Using you like he would a blanket or a pillow in his sleep, just a soft plush thing for some friction. He never wakes up, and never touches you either, so you take some liberties.

A hand sneaking down between you and the matress. At this point you can tell when your captain is close, attempting to time your own finish with his. Reliable as always, prices hips stutter and he gently bites at your shoulder, dick twitching as he comes. Your own hand sticky with your spend.

Price never brings it up in the morning, and youre pretty sure he doesnt even know he does it. Just giving you a quick once over and sniffing at the air when he awakes in the morning. The usual routine hes been doing for months.

Surely, price would say something if he knew about it, right?

[call-me-kat-astrophe]

18+, mdni

I don't know who came up with the idea first but I fully believe Simon Riley got a vasectomy in his twenties because he was dead set on not having children and not becoming his father.

Unfortunately, the doctor doing the procedure failed to mention there was still a risk - albeit, very low - of getting someone pregnant.

Enter you; a pretty bird he'd met in a pub on a night out with the lads that he'd fucked in the bathroom. If he'd known there was even the slightest chance he had any swimmers left, he wouldn't have buried himself to the hilt as he emptied his balls inside you, still thrusting as he did so, pushing his cum deeper inside.

When your paths unexpectedly crossed again a few months later, Simon spotting you from afar, he felt that same flame of desire igniting within, his cock chubbing up, already picturing the wet warmth he'd sank into all those nights ago, the way you'd wrapped around him and made those pretty sounds just for his ears -

And then you turn and his eyes drop down to the noticeable swell of your stomach.

He'd never been very good at maths before but this time he was quick off the mark to add the numbers together in his head, realising it had been exactly five and a half months since he last saw you. Five and a half months since he'd cum inside you.

Simon didn't know shit about pregnancy but looking at your obviously round stomach, his heart sank as he began to wonder if there was a possibility that the child growing within it was his.

The last thing this world needed was another Riley.

should i write more on this or no 😬 lmk

[vampsquerade]

coming back with another update; i’ve been in recovery for a good bit and i’ve made a big decision in my time away. i will no longer be writing fics here on tumblr, perhaps even in general. the things i will write are the things i’ve had requested before i’d taken my hiatus initially. i will finish my Fire Emblem: Three Houses fanfic i have as well, and will put a permanent halt to my rainbow six siege series on ao3.

if you’d like to remain in contact with me outside of tumblr please leave me a message and i’ll give you another platform you can talk to me on. i won’t deactivate my account, but just know that i am effectively leaving both the call of duty and the siege fandoms as a writer. i’ll still be reading and supporting my friends who write, so i won’t be fully gone.

i want to pursue more than this and don’t want to keep myself from living out what i’ve wanted to do since i was 4 years old. don’t want to feel like a rat in a cage anymore now that i’ve finally had a taste of freedom from the miserable life i was forced to live in for years.

thank you to everyone who ever supported me in the 12 years i’ve been a fanfic writer for. whether the support was on quotev, fanfic dot net, wattpad, ao3, or tumblr, i appreciate you very much. it was so much fun getting to see people actually enjoyed my writing, even in my amateur days. i hope the rest of you take the courage to pursue your dreams, it took me a long fucking time to, but i want to be happy. you can all be happy too.

[infinitewhore]

Wish you the best friend even though we haven’t spoken in ages🫶🏼

[vampsquerade]

we have to revive the group chat on disc oh my god i havent spoken to you guys in ages bc ive been so busy working and dealing with my health 🫶🏼

[infinitewhore]

Maaan I was so busy too like it sucked I miss your shit talks😭

[vampsquerade]

coming back with another update; i’ve been in recovery for a good bit and i’ve made a big decision in my time away. i will no longer be writing fics here on tumblr, perhaps even in general. the things i will write are the things i’ve had requested before i’d taken my hiatus initially. i will finish my Fire Emblem: Three Houses fanfic i have as well, and will put a permanent halt to my rainbow six siege series on ao3.

if you’d like to remain in contact with me outside of tumblr please leave me a message and i’ll give you another platform you can talk to me on. i won’t deactivate my account, but just know that i am effectively leaving both the call of duty and the siege fandoms as a writer. i’ll still be reading and supporting my friends who write, so i won’t be fully gone.

i want to pursue more than this and don’t want to keep myself from living out what i’ve wanted to do since i was 4 years old. don’t want to feel like a rat in a cage anymore now that i’ve finally had a taste of freedom from the miserable life i was forced to live in for years.

thank you to everyone who ever supported me in the 12 years i’ve been a fanfic writer for. whether the support was on quotev, fanfic dot net, wattpad, ao3, or tumblr, i appreciate you very much. it was so much fun getting to see people actually enjoyed my writing, even in my amateur days. i hope the rest of you take the courage to pursue your dreams, it took me a long fucking time to, but i want to be happy. you can all be happy too.

[infinitewhore]

Wish you the best friend even though we haven’t spoken in ages🫶🏼

[timhex]

yeaaah maybe worry about grenades😵‍💫

[sweetpianoxoxo]

Crow!Reader who doesnt really like 141 at first. Shes quiet and mostly a loner. She likes to read by herself, she likes puzzles, and she likes her silence.

Enter in 141 who is learning all the courtship rituals of crows to figure out what the hell they're doing wrong.

They bring her gifts, mostly snacks they know she likes, sesame snaps, trail mix, and dried fruits, for example. But its still not really working.

I mean shes kinder to them now. Maybe accepting lunch offers more than she had before, or watching a movie in the rec room that one time.

But right after, she scurried back to her room. Johnny finds this absolutely unacceptable, so when he hears a little rumor about crows and shiny objects? Oh he has a plan.

Dog tags on the outside of his shirt, showing off all (not all) of his out of code piercings, literally dangling some keys in front of her because "they're so pretty aye lass?"

And when she gets stupidly turned on by his shenanigans and pulls him into her bedroom, scoffing and stuffing her panties in Soaps mouth while shes on top, because he won't stop talking, he's in bliss. Then she decides she likes the team a bit more.